Ting Tong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was unconcealable happiness in his eyes.

Although Gu Zibei didn't answer anything.

But he subconsciously blocked her just now, not wanting others to see her embarrassing movements, which was enough for her to be happy.

The person she likes is worth waiting for so many years.

"Tingtong?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from beside him.

Ting Tong turned her head, restrained her expression, and greeted: "Master Meng."

Meng Changqing waved goodbye to his friends and walked towards Tingtong.

"Yeah, I followed Shangfeng, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Thanks to the princess' pity, I was invited to sit here." Tingtong said neither humble nor overbearing.

Meng Changqing's eyes deepened, and he said calmly, "It's still early to leave the banquet, how about we go there for a walk?"

"It happens that there are some methods of dyeing cloth in the south of the Yangtze River. We can discuss it."

Ting Tong hesitated.

She looked at Gu Zibei in the distance, he had already arrived beside Gu Zixiao.

The emperor said something seriously, and Gu Zibei nodded from time to time.

Judging by their appearance, it won't be over for a while.

Tingtong said, "Alright."

Meng Changqing led her away from the crowd, and walked to a nearby forest.

Ye Jinyu, who ran around grabbing the buns and eating a bite when he was hungry, happened to see this scene.

He blinked his eyes in confusion: "Why is Aunt Ting Tong gone? There will be something delicious later, won't she eat it?"

Ting Tong and Meng Changqing walked by the stream.

The two chatted about the fabric for a while, Tingtong was concerned about Gu Zibei and wanted to go back early.

She was afraid that he would not find her.

But Meng Changqing suddenly said: "Miss Ruan, the official business is over, I have an impolite private matter, and I want to talk to you."

Ting Tong came back to her senses: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Meng Changqing smiled gently: "I like Miss Ruan very much, and we are very suitable in every aspect."

"If you are willing to marry me, I assure you, I, Meng Changqing, will only have you as a wife in my life, and I will never take a concubine!"

"When you leave the house, you will take care of all the wealth and shops at home. You don't need to work so hard to run an embroidery workshop."

"I will give you everything I have, Ting Tong," Meng Changqing suddenly grabbed her hand: "Promise me."

"Actually, I was the one who begged the matchmaker to go to your place to talk about marriage. At first, I just heard that there was a very famous embroiderer in the capital."

"Who knows that you will fall in love at the first sight, Ting Tong, promise me."

Unexpectedly, Tingtong pulled out her hand without hesitation.

"Master Meng," she was a little surprised, took a breath before saying, "I'm sorry, I can't promise you, I have someone I like."

Meng Changqing was startled: "What you want to say is the Fourteenth Prince? But Tingtong, there is a big difference in status between me, you, and him."

"Can you really be happy if you marry him? He is a relative of the emperor. To put it mildly, there are countless people who want to marry him. Why do you think that you can?"

Ting Tong was not shocked by what he said at all.

She said firmly: "I don't think he will marry me, but I don't want to give up."

"Even if he can't accept it and ends up marrying someone else, I will bless him."

Meng Changqing heard her insist.

His previous gentle smile disappeared in an instant.

"Really? Well then, Tingtong, you're right."

Although Meng Changqing was still soft-spoken, Ting Tong felt that his eyes were inexplicably sinister.

Ting Tong said: "The banquet is about to start, I'll go back first."

After all, she turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, a handkerchief with a special fragrance stretched out from behind and directly covered Ting Tong's mouth and nose!

After struggling twice, she fell into a semi-conscious state.